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I laughed, not realizing. “Trust me, this human’s not like the rest.” I thought I had said it in my head, but I spoke it out loud. My family eyed me, their eyes all flashing an ice-blue shade.
“What do you mean?” Father asked for the rest of them.
“She seemed immune to me,” I said plainly, still not sure of myself as I said it. It seemed preposterous to say out loud. I had never come across anything like her before.
Sasha snorted, her hands running through her short pixie hair as her mouth twisted in a grin. “And what makes you think that? Her will was a little stronger than the typical girls you try to fuck?”
I growled. “Well, yes, but I tried everything, even grabbing her, and nothing worked. I repulsed her.” The thought of her resurfacing in my mind at this moment made me hungry for her. It made me yearn for the satisfaction of breaking her, making her succumb to my charms if such a thing was possible.
“I think I like this girl.” Sasha teased, but Mother made sure to smack her upside her head. Sasha whined as her head bobbed.
“Stop it, you two.” Mother’s face turned cold as she turned to Father, the color of her complexion flushing pale. “Do you think that’s why there was a deathwalker in the club last night?” Mother’s eyes looked concerned, widening and narrowing at Father like they were speaking to each other without words. I never understood their bond, though I envied it. To have another soul so in sync with you. To feel complete.
Sasha’s mouth dropped. “A deathwalker? Fuck, I missed perhaps the most exciting night ever!”
Deathwalkers were among the oldest and most dangerous supernatural demons, mainly becausethere was so much we didn’t know about them. We did know that they ran in hordes, making them difficult to kill, and survived off the flesh of others. They killed practically everything they touched, including us, which is why we tended to avoid them as much as possible.
“Wasn’t the last documented time that one was seen was during the bubonic plague?” Sasha’s brow rose.
It took everything in me not to laugh. “So, there are brains in that head of yours.”
She scowled and then brushed off her irritation to turn back to Mother. “Aren’t they the ones who caused the plague, wiping out thousands of people?”
Oliver interjected. “They didn’t cause it, but they definitely took advantage of it. As did all our species. It was an amazing excuse to feed and leave dead bodies everywhere without question.”
Mother sighed. “Neither of you were around then, so I don’t know why you assume to know things.” She was almost annoyed, brushing her hair with her fingers as she twirled it anxiously. “Though that was the last time one had been seen. They ate enough to survive far longer than you could ever dream. Unlike vampires and Succubi, they can go centuries without eating if they fill themselves with enough life forces. It’s why they’re more dangerous than most demons.”
“So why was there one last night? They aren’t exactly creatures that like to dwell outside their shadows and caves. Right?” Sasha jarred her teeth, no doubt trying to imagine those grimy creatures crawling out from their dank and dark habitations.
Mother nodded with a hint of a smirk curling on her lips. “They aren’t all grotesque. Some of the oldest are quitebeautiful, but as the later generations surfaced, they became rather hideous and isolated themselves away from others. They aren’t creatures that like company outside of their own.”
“So then, why was this one alone in a club of all places?” I pointed out, tapping my lips with my index finger. “He looked.. deathly. And smelt god-awful. Frankly, I was surprised he didn’t send half of the humans running to the bathroom.”
Father had been quiet throughout the conversation until now. His eyes lit up as if he knew the answer suddenly. “Do you think it’s truly possible? Do you think that she’s the reason that the deathwalker was there?” His attention averted to our mother, eyes sinking in on her intently as those glowing orbs of his illuminated. “Imagine how amazing of a find that would be? We could even trade her to the Europeans for passage. She could be our ticket out of the States!”
Were they talking about Freya?
“And what do you think she is?” I was not about to let them continue reveling in the idea of sending her off anywhere, so I tried to shift the direction of the conversation. I didn’t want her to leave, at least not until I had my fun with her. After that, I doubt I’d care much for her presence if she’d even have an earthly presence afterward. For all I knew, she’d end up in the ground like the rest of them.
“The only species that can resist our kind’s influence and others like us are that of seraphs and their offspring. Their angelic blood makes them immune to our demonic abilities.” Mother’s eyes gleamed the palest blue that I had ever seen. The color or pure desire and hunger, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about her desiring someone I also desired. It was unsettling, to say the least.
“Angels are extinct, though?” Sasha’s face twisted into aknot. “Haven’t they been since before the A.D. Era? Weren’t all of them either turned dark or eaten?”
Our demonic lore had taught us that demons were spawns of the fallen angels, the ones who grew dark enough to lose their souls. But there were other angels, ones that weren’t thrown out like the fallen. Ones that chose to leave. Or so the history books had led us to believe.
“That is true, but it’s possible they still had descendants that no one knew about. Half-breeds are harder to discover. We all know this to be true, even with demons. Plus, they’ve always found ways to hide themselves over the centuries. Ways to darken their soul without losing it, therefore making their abilities fade almost into nothing. Nothing better than a bloody human.” Mother said.
Father interjected, his pointer finger plucking at his lower lips as if in thought. “I should warn all of you, however. There’s a reason most went extinct. They taste sweet, but they change your appetite, making you addicted. Think of them as a drug, one with the worst kind of withdrawal. My father once told me that his grandfather died of starvation while feeding because nothing was enough after having an angel. The Incubus curse was said to have started because of them.”
Oliver’s eyes widened. “They’re that good?”
“And deadly.” Mother added, souring the mood.
“Well, now, I’m intrigued and rather hungry. Let’s meet this possible angel.” Sasha teased, jolting to her feet as we seemingly pulled up to the building.
We soon realized why it had taken us so long to get here.
People were running around like chickens with their heads cut off in a panic. They were running into the road, topplingon the hoods of cars, and as I looked in through the tinted glass windows of the building, I could vaguely see Freya trapped in front of the deathwalker.
